Suffering is arguing with reality.
A lesson I come back to time and time again.
One of my favorite quotes: How to make God laugh: tell her your plans.
We make goals and we’re disciplined and we stay the course and the results don’t manifest, the curve balls keep coming, the obstacles seem endless.
We curse inspiration. We blame everyone or everything within range. We claw at fleeting motivation.
This isn’t how it was supposed to look. Not how it was supposed to feel. Nowhere near where I should be.
As we sit here in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the way back to Brooklyn, I’m reminded of this lesson.
I have two choices here: sulk and pout and blame Google Maps for getting us into this awful mess, ie boil in road rage, tailgate like an anxious New Yorker, jockey for pole position, OR …
Use the opportunity to my advantage, ie car dancing, kitten photo sess, blog-time, biz brainstorm with Elisa, podcast catch-up, and who knows what else!
We always have the choice, whether we realize it or not. Creative, career, scholastic, family endeavors and beyond. Even when we feel like we’re being backed up against a wall, there’s still space to choose.
Acceptance doesn’t mean we’ve given up, or given in. Acceptance means we’re mature enough to go deeper, to play bigger, willing to be schooled yet again.
It’s not easy, but it’s necessary. Be it trivial like traffic, or major like career. Let acceptance fuel you to create a new course, forge a new path–physical, mental, and emotional.
Not to mention, when we quit fighting reality we have so much more energy to switch directions, more clarity to start fresh, more love to give back–because that’s what it’s all about. Always.
I leave you with this: What is something you’ve fought recently that you just couldn’t accept? What changed when you did?